They came down the shining mountain slopes
In robes of reds and golds
Moving lightly on their dancing feet
Their happy laughter filled the air

Along the forest paths came others of their kind
Dressed in robes of russet green
Singing the sweetest kind of songs

All gathered in the sunlit glade
Beside the crystal stream
Then accompanied by golden harps
The elven host began to sing

They sang of past winters vicious bite
Sang of the beauty that was spring
The sweetest songs of midsummers day
And of the bounty autumn then would bring

Garlands of wild flowers
Were twisted in their hair
And the songs of birds and insects
Reverberated in the air

Honey cakes were eaten
Horns of mead were drunk
For some the water of the crystal stream
Was used their thirst to quench

Long into the evening
They danced and sang their songs
Now the glade was lit by fireflies
Dancing to the harpen strum

Suddenly came silence
Suddenly the elven folk were gone
Suddenly they had all slipped away
Midsummer day was done